32 Passengers

(Verse 1)
I didn't talk very much, I’m used to holding in pain
I didn't have an umbrella, I used to soak in the rain
My mama said you like your daddy, you ain't never gone change
I wash my hands with all my problems and they go down the drain
No more pretending my life when I know that it ain’t
If I kept my hands in them books, I would of learned me some things
But I was deep up in the streets, staying up late with the gang
Praying the lord take all my problems and just blow them away
I didn't listen, was on a mission trying to get me a sack
I know some niggas that's down to kill them a nigga for racks
They got the Glocks with extended clips, they need all of that
My uncle had a healthy life until he got into trap
The streets is dangerous, no one can take them a ride
The boys cannot play basketball, the babies always be crying
They can't have parties on the streets cause someone always be dying
Yeah, they shoot back a couple times but what's the purpose of trying?
The Nina's busting, got people ducking, they fall off they feet
Lil homie Gotti post with the shotty , lay blood on the street
The mama's crying , see people dying , what's happening to streets?
Robbery the only way niggas got something to eat
But don’t show hatred to me, only speak facts when I see it
Know all the niggas that grip the triggers and moving the sheet
The streets is hot in the winter time , you gone feel the heat
But I’ma die for my respect, won't be no taking from me
You from a city where your gangsters always get beat
I’m from a city where we move the work just so we could eat
My niggas real vegetables, niggas don't want the beef
I got the Glocks full of iron, where do you wanna meet?

(Chorus)
I can't keep serving these scavengers
This chopper hold 32 passengers
Was in a rump until I got them packages
I make more than you do on your average lick
Now I ride through the city with baddies, bitch
And we smoking on gas, know you smell the scent
Police jump behind me, ain't no catching me
Cause I’ma do 150 like Cassidy

(Verse 2)
When a nigga got the ball, do not hold me back
I be storming through the blocks where the cholos trap
When I hit my first mill, ain't controlling me
I'ma cash the fuck out, we gone eat one day
Why the fuck do these niggas wanna ride my wave?
I'ma hit every house until I get paid
I know God watching over me, he see my ways
Maybe I could have a relapse and change someday
But until that day, I'ma trap til my hands break, can't wait
You niggas won't do a damn thing
Bang Bang, let the Glock hit your Mustang
Then I go home and watch me a Mukbang
JTC always got the static, bad bitch, can't fuck with her if she average
Flashing through a pack with my Migos, gringos
Moving rocks like the Flintstones

(Chorus)
I can't keep serving these scavengers
This chopper hold 32 passengers
Was in a rump until I got them packages
I make more than you do on your average lick
Now I ride through the city with baddies, bitch
And we smoking on gas, know you smell the scent
Police jump behind me, ain't no catching me
Cause I'ma do 150 like Cassidy